He packed his bag, which really wasn't much—most of it had been prepared in advance by Old Apricot. After that, he looked around the house, taking in everything one last time.
Although he had only lived in this place for a short time, Lu Xun had come to regard it as his second homeland. In this unassuming little courtyard, he had acquired the greatest wealth of his life, something that would benefit him for a lifetime.
Stepping out of the room, Lu Xun walked under the lush apricot tree with its spreading branches and gently touched its sturdy trunk. Then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the apricot tree. The thumping sound echoed in the courtyard, and by the time he finished, Lu Xun's forehead had turned red.
